The Diana Thing  (2 of 2 )
by TBishop27@aol.com

See part 1 for disclaimer and all that other good stuff.

Part 2


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Damn him!  And Damn her!  God damn them both!  I don't have to answer to Fox 
Mulder for the way I choose to live my life.  And I don't care if Mulder is 
in love with her.  If I find out that bitch is going around spreading any 
more rumors about me at the Bureau, I'll perform an autopsy on her while 
she's still squirming.

The nerve of her!  I'll bet she couldn't wait to run to Mulder and tell him 
about me and Vince.  I'll never understand how he can love a woman like that. 
 Of course, I never could understand what he saw in any of the women he's 
been involved with, well, aside from the obvious.  I guess I just always 
thought Mulder was deeper than that.  That he would want more in a woman then 
mere physical beauty.  At least I always hoped that was the case.  Wouldn't 
be the first time I was ever wrong about a man though.  

Damn.

I'm not going to cry over this.  I've been through a lot worse things in my 
life without shedding a tear.  Mulder and I were just never meant to be.  I 
can do this.  I can get over him.  I've just got to focus on my work.  Maybe 
I can go back to teaching at Quantico part time. Certainly with Diana around 
again Mulder won't be relying solely on me to assist him with the X-Files. 
Hell, I'll be lucky if he listens to me at all with her following him around 
and agreeing with everything he says.  She's so transparent.  He's so 
gullible.  

I'm so pathetic.

It's almost eleven thirty.  Guess I'd better call it a night and try and get 
some sleep.  I have to face Mulder again in the morning.  I'm sure he's not 
through rubbing this in my face.

Shit!  Three guesses who's knocking at my door at this time of night.  Looks 
like he couldn't wait until morning to have his say.

"Scully!  It's me.  Let me in."

Like I have any choice.  You'll just use your key if I tell you to go away.  

"What are you doing here, Mulder?"

"Can I come in Scully?"

"It's late, Mulder.  I was about to go to bed."  I can't do this now, I'm too 
tired.

"Could I come in for just a few minutes... I mean, if you're alone."

"You mean you didn't check with Agent Fowley first?"

"Come on, Scully, are you going to let me in or not?"

"Fine."  He's not going to let me alone until I do.  Might as well get this 
over with.  

"Can we sit?"

"I'd prefer to stand."  We're not getting comfy here, Mulder.  Say what you 
came to say and leave me be.

"Scully, will you at least shut the door?"

"Whatever."

"Thank you."

"Why are you here, Mulder?"  Didn't you already make your point this morning?

"I came over to apologize.  I was out of line this morning.  I had no right 
to treat you the way that I did.  It's not my place to comment on your 
personal life."

"Okay."  Too bad I can smell the gin on your breath from here, Mulder.  I 
wonder how many G and T's you had before you decided to apologize?  Does 
facing me really frighten you that much?

"Scully?"

"What?"

"The phone.  Aren't you going to answer it?"

"Oh."  Who the hell's calling me at this hour?  

"Hello."

"Dana?  This is Vince.  I hope I'm not calling too late?  You weren't asleep 
were you?"

"Ahh... No.  Um, It's not too late at all."

"That's good because I really wanted to talk to you.  You know we both had to 
rush off this morning... and I've been in the field all day.  I just finished 
up a case and... well, I was wondering... Would you mind if I stopped by?  
I'm not far from your place."

He's got to be kidding!  "I don't think so, Vince.  Not tonight.  I'm pretty 
tired."

"We could go right to bed then."

I don't believe this.  "I'd prefer to sleep alone tonight, thank you."

"Are you sure?  You seemed to enjoy my company last night, as I recall."

Oh, God.  "Look, Vince, not tonight, okay?"

"But Dana..."

"Mulder... What are you doing?"  Oh, no.

"Hey, buddy, can't you take a hint.  The lady's not interested."

"Who the fuck is this?"

"The man who's going to beat the shit out of you if you don't leave Agent 
Scully alone."

"That was charming, Mulder.  I especially liked the way you broke my 
telephone when you slammed the receiver down."  

"I'll replace it."

"And what about Vince?  Are you going to replace him too?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I want you to get out, Mulder!  I'm tired and I'm really pissed off at you 
right now.  I think it would be good if you just got the hell out of here 
before I say something I'll regret."  Damn it, don't stand there looking so 
hurt.  I don't like doing this, but what choice have you given me?  

"Scully... I didn't come here to fight.  I came here to make up."

"Back off, Mulder."  Please don't do this.  I'm struggling to hold it 
together as it is.  The last thing I need is you standing close to me.

"Come on, Scully."

"I mean it. Don't touch, Mulder."  Damn you!  Don't you know what you're 
doing to me?  To you it's nothing more than a hand on my cheek, but you 
should feel it from my side.  I'm so desperate for you, the simplest contact 
arouses me.  My whole body responds to the heat of your palm against my cheek.

"What is that?"

"What?"  Oh, damn, I forgot. 

"On your neck, right there.  Christ, Scully is that what I think it is?"

"Shut up, Mulder."  And get your hand off my neck.

"He gave you a hickey?"

"Mulder, get out!"  

"Why?  So you can call your boyfriend back and tell him it's safe to come 
over now?  You're lunatic partner is gone.  Then you can both have a good 
laugh at my expense, after you're finished fucking him.  Is that the way it 
is, Scully?"

"Don't do this, Mulder."

"So, tell me, what's he like?  Did you enjoy him, Scully?  He must have 
enjoyed you, he was pretty persistent about coming back for more."

"Please...please, Mulder."

"Did you beg him like that too?"

"You bastard!"

"Ouch!  Shit!"

Oh, my God.  I hit him.  I hit him.  "Mulder, I'm sorry.  Jesus, are you 
okay?"

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Maybe I shouldn't have walked out on her like that.  Left her without a word 
after she hit me.  But I was so furious, so jealous, so aroused... And I 
wanted her.  More than anything I have ever wanted in my life, I wanted 
Scully at that moment.  It was such an overwhelming sense of need that I 
actually feared I might act upon it. I got out of there as fast as I could.

That was three hours ago.  I've been sitting in my car outside her apartment 
all this time, trying to figure out what in the hell I'm going to do.  I know 
I need to go back in there.  I need to make things right between us.  If I 
don't, I'm going to lose her.  The thought panics me. I need this woman in my 
life.  She's my center, my balance, my anchor, my reason for getting up in 
the morning, my reason for pushing ahead against insurmountable resistance, 
to find the answers... to find the truth.

I love her more than I would have ever thought it possible to love someone.  
I've tried to show her through acts, if not words, that there is nothing I 
wouldn't do for her.  For years, I have forced myself to be content with a 
platonic relationship, despite the physical longing that plagues me night and 
day.  But now that I know she has given herself to another, I feel this 
urgency within me to reclaim what I have always thought of as mine.

Scully is mine.  And I'll be damned if I'll give her up without a fight to 
the death. Most likely the death will be mine, and it will be at Scully's 
hands, but I have to try.

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I promised myself I wouldn't cry and I've spent the last three hours weeping. 
 I can't believe I hit him.  I'll never forgive myself.  He looked so 
stunned. I've never seen his eyes that dark before.  No matter what he said 
to provoke me, I had no right to strike out at him physically. 

I have never experienced such a horrible feeling of abandonment as I did when 
he fled my apartment tonight.  I am terrified that I may have lost the only 
true friend I have ever known. Mulder is all I have anymore.  Over the years, 
I have become disconnected from my family, mostly out of a need to protect 
them, but partially out of a need to protect myself.  They do not understand 
the work that I do, or the devotion that compels me to seek the truth.  I 
cannot stand the way they look at me, with pity in their eyes and anger in 
their hearts.  Yes, they blame me.  There are so many painful memories that 
flash before their eyes every time they see me or hear my voice.  So I've 
learned to stay away.  I have isolated myself from everyone I love, except 
Mulder.

And now through my adolescent behavior, and my egregious act of violence, I 
have alienated him too.  The loneliness I feel is deeper and more profound 
than I am capable of referencing.  It is a feeling so absolute as to leave me 
numb.

The sound of a key turning the lock, offers a prick of sensation, a pang of 
hope.

Oh, my God!  Oh, please...

"Mulder!"  I don't care what he thinks, I just want to be in his arms.

"Scully."

"I'm so sorry."  Yes, hold me, Mulder.  As tight as you can.  I need to feel 
you again... I need to feel again.  "I can't believe you came back.  I don't 
know why you did."

"I came back because I love you, Scully.  I think I forgot to tell you that 
when I was here before."

Breathe.  Breathe, Dana, or you're going to pass out and miss this incredible 
moment.  Mulder just told you he loves you.  And he's looking at you like 
he's... Oh, my... hoo boy.  Does this man know how to kiss or what?  

For six long years I've watch that tongue worry sunflower seeds and roll 
pencils perched between his teeth.  I've had many a fantasy, but none can 
compare with the feel of his hot demanding tongue probing my mouth.  My knees 
are actually weak from the experience of it all.

Wait. Wait. Not that I ever want to stop, but I have to tell him.

"Mmm..Mull..Mulder."

"Yeah, Scully?"

God, he's beautiful.  "Mulder, I... I wanted to tell you... I love you too."

The smile on his face right now is worth all the struggling it has taken us 
to get to this place.  I am consumed by this urgency, this ache that must 
finally be soothed.  I want to make love to Mulder.  And unless he's taken to 
carrying his gun in a very dangerous place, I'd say it's safe to assume the 
feeling is very mutual.

"It's late." Oh, yeah.  Right there.  You can nibble there all night if you 
want.

"I know."

"Will you stay?"  Don't say no. And I think you missed a spot right there 
behind my ear... oh, that's it. 

"Are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?"  Ohh... don't stop now! Damn.

"Really?"

Really, Mulder.  Really, really, really.  "Go get in bed, G-man.  I'll be 
along in a minute."

"Ahh, Scully, you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those 
words."

There's just one thing that I have to do first.  I think I'll use my cell 
phone.  Don't want to trust a poor connection after the damage Mulder did to 
my regular telephone.

Come on, come on, pick the damn phone up.

"Hello"

"Hello, Diana?"  Gee, hope I didn't wake you.

"Yes, who's this?"

"This is Dana Scully.  Since you seem to have a keen interest in such things, 
I just wanted to inform you, Agent Mulder and I will both be late for work in 
the morning..."


~END~


End note:  I know, I know... no smut this time. (T hangs head in shame.)  I 
was just too exhausted after getting all that anger out.  My smut muse was 
soundly asleep.  It happens! 


Life is too short to drink bad wine.


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